🍑 Where Joy Turns Ripe 🍑

When the morning sun spills gold upon the orchard,
a peach breaks open—
its sweetness neither begs nor boasts,
yet my tongue remembers.

I do not ask the fruit for meaning.
I bite,
and the juice answers.

It runs down my chin
as if time itself has melted,
and in that tender flood,
I hear the sky say:
“Rejoice—
you are alive to taste.”

The birds sing it in fragments,
the breeze carries it like a secret between lovers.
The tree does not speak,
but its branches lean closer,
as if to whisper,
“Even silence is full when the fruit is full.”

O my heart,
how quietly you throb
when the world becomes edible.

No sermon,
no reason,
just the amber drop of this now,
the fullness that needs no justification.

And I,
like the earth after rain,
drink from the roots of my joy.

🍑《当喜悦成熟》🍑

当晨光洒落果园如金，
一枚蜜桃裂开——
它的甘甜不曾请求，也无需张扬，
却在舌尖留下记忆。

我不向果实询问意义。
我咬下，
汁液已给出答案。

它沿着下巴轻轻滑落，
仿佛时间本身在融化，
在这温柔的泛滥中，
我听见天空低语：
“欢喜吧——你活着，你尝得。”

鸟儿用零星音节唱着，
风像情人间的密语轻携着它。
树不言语，
却枝枝低垂，
仿佛靠近耳畔低声：
“当果实丰盈，连沉默也是满的。”

啊，我的心，
当世界变得可以品尝，
你竟如此悄然地跳动。

无须布道，
无需理由，
只需这琥珀般的一滴现在，
一份无需辩解的圆满。

而我，
如雨后的大地，
从喜悦的根部缓缓饮下整日的甘露。